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-om bis seclusion and went to her house

When be entered, to his bewildered con-
sternation he learned she had left the city.
| A note was handed him by the lady of the
house, which she gave him at Cora's request.
He trembingly tore open the envelope. The
note read as follows:
| "In three years. Cora
| At the end of three years his life was lust =,
void of happiness as the day when Cora told
him it could never be.
| He resolved at last TO once again visit the
west and learn, if possible, her whereabouts.
When he arrived at San Francisco he called
| at the house where he had last seen her; she
had never been heard from, and as far as the
good lady could enlighten him, she might be
dead. Mrs Wentworth and her daughter
told the same despairing story-she had al
most dropped from their memory.
| The one great object Of life now was to find
her and learn from her own lips the meaning
| of those odd words, in three years"
| If he failed-alas! ne dared not contem-
plate the consequences. Find her he would,
| if it took years of constant search Such is
the love of some men, who in their constancy
sacrifice years of happiness for the sake of
one mortal. Not stone was left unturned
| in his untiring search for her, but to no avail
No one could be found to give him one ray of
| hope as regards her whereabouts But he
| found her at last-found her a new woman
even lovelier than he had ever seen her
! What strange, impelling influence led him
| to visit San Quentin he will never know.
| Was it a mere whim, fancy, or was it the
hand of fate striving to make amends for past
| discourteSieSs
| San Quentin is small town situated on the
| BAY of San Francisco. 1t took him but a
| short time to ascertain that there was moth
| ing there to interest his attention. But stay
the state prison is located in this small vii
| lage Another train did not arrive for two
hours; why not pass the time therel
| 1t was the extravagan5 desire of morbid
| temperament. He had no idea that the sights
there would interest him any more than the
| commonplace realities of the village itself
| He repaired to the prison. The warden was
| very kind and urbane-he could go through
| the prison if he SO desired An usher who es-
corted him through the different departments
explained every point in the workings of the
place, but he listened indifferently; be felt
| that not one of the hardened criminals he
passed by could be more chopfallen than he
| In going out he had to pass by waiting
| room. He casually looked through a hole in
the panel of the door that opened into that
| room. In that room sight met his gaze, the
| effect of which almost froze his blood.
Was it Coras face he saw, or was it the
phantom of his love?
To assure himself he peered again; the truth
was very patent. Her arms were entwined
| around a tall, manly form, but he could not
see the face, as the back was turned toward
| him. The usher, noticing his wild. fixed gaze,
drew him to one side and asked him if he was
| sick.
A glass of water was all that he requested,
as he sat or rather fell into a chair. He told
the man that it was an attack of the vertigo;
it would soon be over. He felt as though his
reason was fast leaving him; strange phan-
| tastes shot through his brain.
That Cora loved another, and that person q
| convicted felon, was his first deduction. The
horrible truth sank into his soul like poi
| soned shaft. A craving for revenge on the
man he had just seen all but controlled him.
That man should never live to enjoy the
happiness that should be his
The usher in his dismay was about to shout
for help, thinking he was Gagged with mad
man, when Harlow suddenly sprang to his
side and hoarsely answered:
"Who is that man in the other room?n
The latter, seeing that his companion had
subsidized somewhat in his wildness, deigned q
reply.
1t was John Lane, who was about to be dis
charged from prison. He had been convicted
of forgery and had served fifteen years sen.
tence. The woman was his daughter This
was all he knew.
The sudden revulsion in HarlowS feelings
stunned him; he reeled and would have fallen
had not the usher caught him in time; then
reason again found its way to his brain. He
slipped a gold coin into the hand of the usher
and left the prison in q rush.
He sought tree near by, whose large,
dropping branches afforded a good ensconce-
ment, and, throwing himself on the green
grass, began to ruminate over the exciting
circumstances which had just taken place
That indeed was one of the happiest mo-
ments of his life. His heart never beat SO
lightly before.
The words noble, grand girl" escaped his
lips i'll the delirum of his delight. All! now he
knew the reason of her magnanimous sacri-
fee; of her refusal to accept the hand Of the
man she loved The filial love was paramount
to all other affections
Why had she not told him all. So great was
his love be could have forgiven everything.
He lay on the cool grass for some time, turn
ing over future plans, but was at last reused
from his biiSsful thoughts by the noise Of
the approaching train which was to bear him
and his love back to San Francisco.
He watched the devoted couple until they
boarded the train, and then took n seat him.
self in the rear coach. How different was the
journey back Every object along the road
sparkled ike a dazzling gem; every plot of
grass dissolved some new born charm; the very
air seemed to breathe happiness. Harlow's
new life began when he boarded the train
that afternoon. For reasons better known
TO himself he did not see Cora Lane for two
weeks after the prison episode.
lie allowed the excitement of the past few
weeks to completely die ont before be ventured
to see her. Then he found her and reiterated
his undying affection. They were soon mar
ried and returned TO the east, but the father
remained in San Francisco, where for many
years lie led good, useful life, and fully ex-
plated ms past misdeeds. John buried the
secret of his wife deep in his heart: as regards
that his lips were forever silent. Often as be
sits and gazes into her large, liquid eyes he
wonders II she reads his thoughts; but as she
never speaks Of the reason why for three long
years she avoided TIE man she loved be rests
contented that his secret is unknown to her.
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